Saturday, 5 March 2011
Nasty nasty fundraising - Alex
Some of you may know, some of you may not, but in the summer of 2012 I am going to Tanzania for four weeks. In this time me and a team of equally as adventurously minded individuals are going to trek up Mt. Kilimanjaro and do roughly a weeks community work in a village. I cannot wait to do this, I seriously expect the four weeks to be unforgettable and amazing. But this expedition is priced so that from the day I signed up for it I have had to actively think about how I'm going to pay for it, my big problem though is that I can be a prolific procrastinator. I don't enjoy thinking about how to raise money simply because it's effort, I've spent the last two months trying to put some Cd's and games up on eBay, but all I've got round to doing so far is taking pictures of them. I know that I really should do it, otherwise I'm going to have a few frantic fundraising months in the lead up to the trip. Then again there's a chance that by then I'd have left it too late and I'd have to take a loan off of the most vicious loan shark I can think of, mummy. I know for a fact that if I was in debt with her she'd only do my washing begrudgingly and sometimes she might leave me to make my own dinners. What sort of a life is that for a 17 year old boy to live? If still in debt by the end of the summer she would probably expect me to fly the nest and get a higher education so that I can earn enough to pay back the horrifically inflated repayments she demands. By the time I hit middle-agedness I doubt I'd be able to go a chirstmas without having to stump up and entertain her as a guest. Then as her hair greys more and more she would most likely demand that I visit her simply equipped old person crib to supply her with increasingly difficult and time consuming jigsaw puzzles. As has become tradition I shall sign off with a quote, it was Groucho Marx who said that 'Man does not control his own fate. The women in his life do that for him'. And it looks like unless I pull my finger out I'm going to be controlled by mummy. Darn.
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